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    Hi Ilya,

    My name is Shane! I don’t speak Russian, I hope that’s okay. I’m also 25 years old and I love hockey too! So we have some things in common.

    I’ve never written an inmate before. I don’t really know why I’m doing this. I guess I’m lonely. I’m not very good at making friends or dating. I think maybe I can be a bit awkward in person, but I’m good at writing. So I hope that’s okay.

    or Shane Hollander finds Ilya Rozanov on WriteAPrisoner.com and sends him an email.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    this is fucking crazy i've literally never read anything like it!!! great insight into such a niche website and america's jail system but also SOOOO HORNY IT'S PSYCHOTIC!! i love this fic so much

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    Fate liked to torture him, so Shane looked at Ilya.
    "What do you think?" He asked shyly, much less amused by all this when Ilya stayed quiet. He hasn't spoken a word since Shane left the bathroom. "I think…I think I could grow to like the eyeliner, but…"
    Ilya interrupted him with an unidentifiable sound that left his tight throat. He cleared it, trying to hold himself together.
    "Is nice." He mumbled out. "Pretty dress."
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    In which ilya thinks he's straight, until he sees his gay best friend dressed up in drag as a joke (he gets so hard he almost faints).

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    19 Jul 2026

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    THE ONLY GIRL I EVER LOVED WAS ANDREW IN DRAGGGG 🎶

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    "Oh," Izuna said -- delicately, while studiously reading his folder, "I'm afraid we need someone with a ... strong personality for Naohime."

    "Why's that?" Hashirama replied, just as painfully polite.

    The daimyo's mediator kept watching them and scratching little pointy words in his notebook.

    "Because if your man doesn't prove that he's dangerous and has the personality to use it on her if she pushes him, it's going to turn abusive," Madara drawled.

    Hashirama stared at him for a blank second. The daimyo's envoy stopped writing; even his stone-faced Aburame bodyguard arched her eyebrows over her darkened spectacles.

    Tobirama stretched out across the table without another word to take back one of the folders Izuna had spread around him.

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    The daimyo is over the whole Uchiha/Senju war. They're going to become one people if they know what's good for them.

    Madara hates it enough without having to marry a woman too.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    WOAH the way this fic portrays the push-and-pull attraction between the two is so good. madara read tobirama to filth and they are both cute and catty about it.

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    Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

    "Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up.
    He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
    There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

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    22 Jun 2026

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    this fic rose from the back of my mind because i remembered how good it was and how much i enjoyed readinng and rereading it!! now i just have to bookmark this classic

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    The man immediately pulled back, looking down at Aventurine with aggravation. The blond smiled innocently, and winked.

    “You’re fun to play with, handsome.” He whispered, raising his heels and steadying himself with the man’s muscular shoulder, so he could even hear him.

     

    “Wanna fuck me?”

    or, aventurine gets railed.

     

    UPDATE: 02/11 2.0 canon-divergent penacony
    or: aventurine’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    the sex is hot ohmygod the descriptions of aventurine getting pounded are crazyy